There was someone behind him, Fang Zhao noticed it for a while, and put it aside. He didn't feel any threat from the other party, so he let the other party run after him.
In the middle of the night, the towering hotels around are still brightly lit, but there are fewer and fewer people in this small park, and only two figures are left running.
Fang Zhao was running laps in the park. This quiet environment is more convenient for thinking about problems.
During the time I came to Mars Island, I gained a lot. Not only did I learn about the teamwork method of this project, I learned a lot of experience, but I also learned more composition skills from other people.
The sports arena in Mars Continent is more intense than those in other continents, especially the atmosphere that cannot be felt in other continents. For the people on their team, it's a valuable source of inspiration, an experience that video recorders can't bring them.
Fang Zhao didn't know how the others were going, but he already had a clue on his own.
Thinking back to the pictures in the arena that I have seen in my mind, even if I just sit in the stands, I can feel the collision of heartbeat and sweat, the joy of moving forward. The radiance of physical strength and fighting spirit burning recklessly is so dazzling. Countless voices erupted from the arena and passed by.
Intense, soothing, high, low, paragraphs of tunes appear in the brain, and the rhythm of the tune changes fast and slow. The feet, also following the melody floating in the brain, run to the beat.
Fang Zhao came here to run, and he didn't have any specific exercise purpose. It was more casual. When the inspiration was active, the body would follow the inspiration.
However, Fang Zhao himself was wishful, and the people behind him were confused.
At first, the kid was humming a little tune, studying Fang Zhao's running skills. Although he is not yet a real professional athlete, he did not know or care about the long-distance running skills in professional sports before, but after signing with the club, he also received short-term professional guidance.
"Tsk, you look like a layman." After observing Fang Zhao's running style for a while, the man came to a conclusion.
After three laps, he watched Fang Zhao start to accelerate in front of him, and his mind was lifted, and he was quite excited.
Speed up! Did you simulate a sprint
Thinking of this, he also increased the speed, the experience of running with passersby was not bad.
After a while, it felt wrong again.
Is this simulated sprint a bit longer
After a few laps, Fang Zhao began to slow down.
There was a quiet sigh of relief in the man's heart. Is this leaving after a while
However…
After Fang Zhao slowed down for a few laps, he started to speed up again.
That person "??"
again
He just watched Fang Zhao run lap after lap, fast for a while, slow for a while, sometimes accelerating for a long time, and sometimes only for a short half-lap.
Are you kidding me? !
He stopped the person in front of him very much and told the other brother, Bu is not like this! You can't run like this for long!
However, one hour, two hours, Fang Zhao continued.
For Fang Zhao, who has a symphony orchestra in his head, the brain activity is like this
A tune passed. This paragraph is good... but there are still some areas to be revised.
Later, the modified version goes through my head over and over and over again... and a few small places.
The second revision has gone through my mind twice... Okay, the latter... Hey, this place is wrong...
Modify... n times... re-revise... n times...
This leads to the step of stepping on the beat, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes accelerating for a long time, and sometimes just accelerating and then slowing down.
At the same time, the mood of the person running behind him is like this
Feeling smug... curious... speechless... bad premonition... feeling very stressed... body starts to get tired... last stubborn... manic...
The front is still running!
It's fucking speeding up again... and slowing down again...
ah ah
This runs completely without any logic!
What do you want! Are you sneaking
Later, the manic strength was gone.
It feels like the heart and lungs are about to go out of work.
Heart rate rises, exhaustion, all muscles protest.
No way, I can't run anymore, my feet are almost out of order!
Seeing that he was being thrown farther and farther, the person behind finally gave up and continued to chase. He moved heavily to the bench next to him and sat down. His eyes were filled with endless confusion, and the whole person was in a trance state.
The physical condition that he considered himself to be blessed with, and the strong physical reserve brought by running all the year round, at this moment, he was turned into scum by seconds.
He was like a stone sculpture, with a dull gaze, following Fang Zhao's figure, watching Fang Zhao continue to run, lap, lap, lap...
At this time, he suddenly understood the phrase "a long way to go" that the manager who signed him had said. Sure enough, as everyone said, the top sports circle in Marszhou is not so easy to squeeze in. There are so many talented athletes, how many can really squeeze in in the end? There are people outside people, there are days outside the sky, there are strong middle hands, and a mountain is taller than a mountain!
Just go out for a night run, and the passers-by you meet have monster-like physical fitness! It's still a no-brainer! In the real Mazhou top sports circle, those godlike professional athletes are not geniuses above geniuses, monsters above monsters
Sitting on a bench in a small park, for the first time, with a serious attitude and a pilgrimage mentality, he examines the path of a professional athlete.
Time passed slowly, and Fang Zhao's pace finally slowed down until he stopped.
Looking at the hazy sky, Fang Zhao took a deep breath. Listening to the sound of seeds breaking out of the ground, and the sound of the wind blowing through the branches, the world is fascinatingly beautiful.
At this time, there were only two people in the small park. Besides Fang Zhao himself, there was the passerby on the bench beside the grass.
This passerby, Fang Zhao, knew that he ran after him for a while, but then he stopped running. He sat on a chair to rest and didn't leave. He just sat there like a lost little beast.
Today's child.
Fang Zhao thought in his heart and smiled over there.
The "lost little beast cub" sitting on the bench recovered from his contemplation, his face changed, and he looked at Fang Zhao's eyes, as if he was looking at some terrifying creature.
After hesitating for a while, he still said, "You... how do you feel now?"
"It's okay." Fang recalled.
"Lost Little Beast Boy" felt another stab in the chest, and his vision slowly collapsed.
This is "fortunate", Fang Zhao looks so refreshed!
"You..." Fang Zhao also planned to take care of the children.
"No, I don't want to talk to you now!" The other party got up and ran away.
In a certain club, the manager stood at the door with a livid face. The newly signed seedling is a thorn.
This kind of talented seedling has a stronger foundation than many people. He will train for two years... No, he may be released to participate in the competition next year. He plans to cultivate such a good seedling as a secret weapon.
Yesterday, the newcomer outperformed the others in a small game at the club, he already knew. Geniuses have the arrogance of geniuses, and the more they do, the more they need to be polished. Before that, this potential seedling can't keep its tail up.
What about going out for a night run, can you run all night? Bullshit!
The manager was thinking about how to train people later, and the man in the retro punk sweater appeared in his sight. However, before he could speak, the other party seemed to use all his strength and sighed with vicissitudes, "The continent of competition really deserves its reputation. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"
The manager, who thought that he must be scolded today, "… "
Overnight, why did this newcomer Miaozi, who sees people through his nostrils, have such a profound understanding
"I feel that my heart has been hit indelibly! I finally understand what you said, manager! You are right!" The newcomer said excitedly.
Manager "..." What did I say
Although he didn't remember what he said, the manager looked at the newly signed new seedling who was hit hard, and affirmed, "You are really a very strong and talented athlete!"
The newcomer was almost crying, "No! Manager, you don't have to comfort me, I know I'm actually a sucker! I suck!"
Manager "..." Have you ever thought about the feelings of those who were beaten by you in the club on the first day!
At this time, the excited newcomer said hello to the manager and called his family.
"Ma Chau is so scary! It really deserves to be the continent of competition... Yes, I used to think it was made by Ma Chau people, but after personal experience, I found that I was still too young! I just can't sleep and go out to run at night. , Guess what I met? It's not a human, it's a monster! Does the monster know?! It's the kind of person who doesn't want to encounter a second time... monster! Can't lift any emotions to challenge !"
Next to the club manager "..." Nonsense! How can we Mazhou be so scary! Don't demonize us Mazhou people! However, which world champion did this kid meet last night? There's no such thing as luck.
However, "Little Beast Boy" didn't pay attention to the manager's expression at all, and he still had a lot of feelings he wanted to share with his family.
I thought I was good enough, no matter what kind of powerful people I faced, let alone winning, even if I lost, it wouldn't be too ugly to lose. But the reality is so horrible!
Now when I close my eyes, what appears in my mind is the back figure, no, that can no longer be considered a back figure, it is a psychological shadow! The psychological shadow printed on the starting line before the official start of the career!
"I think I have to train for at least a decade or two to be able to fight!"